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Chapter One The aged, brick gym reeks of sweat, a dusty ray of light shines in from a streetlight outside, through a block glass window and on to the court below. Sneakers screech taking more finish off the worn hardwood floor. A game of pickup basketball is going on--it's very physical as the athletic young men bang and push into each other jockeying for position. Except for Jay Johnson that is, who is distinguished by his salt and pepper beard, his eighties-style shorts, and old school Adi...